Post by Markw on Jan 17, 2015 16:57:57 GMT -5
WFWF Homecoming – Where Is My Mind?
At WFWF Reborn, I shocked the world, by joining forces with a man I 'despise'. I sided with Trace Demon, and joined the Final Revolution, for two reasons. One of those reasons was selfish, I wanted to rise to the top of the WFWF, and Trace Demon who has experienced that incredible rise, was the man who could point me in the right direction. Who could guide what I hoped to be a gradual ascent to the top of the ladder.
The second, was selfless. Like Trace Demon, I saw the damage that was being done by Lila Sleater, that was going to be done by a champion who had been handed the belt. I knew that the WFWF faced the toughest challenge it has ever faced, that the future of this great company was on the line. That everything I hold dear, was hanging by a thread. And I wanted, to help Trace Demon drive Lila Sleater out of this company, I wanted to help rebuild the WFWF to it's once great heights.
We set ourselves one main goal, to get the World Championship off the fraud Dex, and into the hands of The Final Revolution. That belt is a crucial part of our plans, because it gives us the leverage, to topple Lila from her thrown. It gives us the power that we are so sorely lacking without it.
I have done everything in my power to ensure that goal is fulfilled. To ensure that The Final Revolution has the World Championship. To ensure The Final Revolution has the power.
But we...
We've failed.
Why have we failed?
That's a question for another day. The important question is, where does the revolution go from here?
How do we stop Lila Sleater from taking this company over the edge, destroying everything that makes it special?
The Final Revolution, is in danger of going down with the ship. We went into The Clash knowing, that two wins from two was vital, if we were to get back to the top.
And we failed to achieve that goal.
We've lost the fans, that much was clear when you heard the reception Drakz got. We've lost the battle for the belt that really matters. We are, without a shadow of a doubt, losing the war. Had I not managed to topple Demento, we might have lost it already.
Make no mistake, this is the biggest crisis my career, the WFWF, professional wrestling, has ever faced.
And something has to be done, to make sure next time the Final Revolution get a shot at taking that belt away from Drakz, it succeeds. Something has to be done to make sure that from now on, we have the people on our side, because a Revolution, more than anything else, needs the people. And something has to be done, to make sure that the failures of the last two months are never, ever repeated. Because if they are, the WFWF dies. A slow, painful, agonising death. As Lila Sleater feeds on every sap of energy that's left.
I don't want to be saying this, but I have to, because it's the truth. And if no one says it, then the Revolution fails.
The Final Revolution, Jason Anders, Trace Demon, Joe Bishop and Kyle Matthews, is flawed. There is clearly something not right here, because twice we have had brilliant chances to revive the WFWF, and twice we have failed. Twice, we have missed our chance to strike at the cold black heart of Lila Sleater. At Superbrawl we walked away with nothing, at The Clash we walked away with a consolation prize. We failed to take our chances, and we won't get many more.
It's not good enough. We are not good enough.
And the harsh reality is, something has to change. Or we will remain, flawed.
I don't like saying it, it's not what any of us want to hear. But the reason we find ourselves in this position, is because we, unlike the rest of the WFWF roster, are capable of spotting flaws, and we are desperate to put them right.
It would be hypocritical for us now, to stand here, and say everything is fine with The Final Revolution. To bury our heads in the sand and pretend that we are winning a war that we are quite clearly losing.
It would be naïve, it would be stupid, it would guarantee failure.
And as I've pointed out before, I don't like failure.
What do we do to save the Revolution? To save the war?
We have to find a way to make The Final Revolution better. We have to find a way to move forward, to build a strong, united group of professional revolutionaries who can ensure that next time we get the chance, we do not fail.
If we are to win this war, we need an army of lions led by lions. We need to do whatever it takes to comeback from these set backs, to turn the tide. The WFWF locker room, is filled with enemies. It's one huge army marching towards us.
And we can't afford to have one weak link. To have one piece that doesn't fit. We can't afford to be lacking in any department.
Or we fail... again.
That cannot be allowed to happen, not when the stakes are so high.
The Final Revolution is a rapidly sinking ship. And without it, there is no future for the WFWF. Just one huge downward spiral.
Either someone does something about it, reignites this revolution. Or it folds and the WFWF goes with it.
Make no mistake, the future of the WFWF depends on whether or not The Final Revolution can adapt, rapidly, into so much more than it is right now. We no longer have the luxury of time, we no longer have even a scrap of room for error. We must respond instantly and brutally, or it ends here.
It's not going to happen by chance, we can't bury our heads in the sand.
Someone has to do something.
---
“Which brings me to you Lila, and I’m going to make this short and sweet. At The Clash we start checking off our problems one by one. Saviours of Salvation… check. Drakz… check. Lila Sleater…
Well let’s just say you’re time is up.
And the Final Revolution’s time… has just begun.”
I had re-watched Trace's interview more times than I care to remember. And prior to The Clash, it had filled me with an immense confidence. I was convinced by every word that came from the man's mouth. Every single syllable.
Joe Bishop would defeat Dave Demento, Trace Demon would defeat Drakz, the Final Revolution would destroy Lila Sleater.
The WFWF, would be reborn. Re-built in our image.
I trusted everything Trace Demon said, would come to fruition. I trusted him completely.
I believed that The Clash, was the night that everything changed. The night that the WFWF would be saved.
I was wrong.
---
It should have been one of the greatest moments of my life. Here I was, the International Championship by my side once again, soaking in the events of The Clash. I had gotten my revenge against Dave Demento, proved that I am the better man. And on a personal level, taken a huge step forward.
And yet, two hours after everyone else had packed up and gone home, here I was. Sat with nothing but the WFWF International Championship for company, in the WFWF locker room, f***ing miserable.
We had blown our big chance, and it was going to take something special to get another.
I sat there, and I didn't have an ounce of hope, I had done everything I could do, finally triumphed over the man Lila Sleater hand picked to keep this belt away from me, and I had nothing. I may have bested Dave Demento, but this night, this night felt like a huge f***ing failure. And whether it was on Trace for losing, or Me, Kyle and Anders for not doing enough to make sure he didn't, The Final Revolution had taken a huge step back.
Where do we go from here? I don't have a clue. I can only hope Trace has something up his sleeve, but I hoped he would tonight, I believed he instructed us not to involve ourselves in the Main Event because he had it taken care of, I believed the deck was stacked in his favour, and I was wrong. I should have done something, and instead, here we are. Without the WFWF World Championship. Without the leverage. Without anything.
It was bad enough sitting there on my own, dwelling on a miserable night for the Revolution. It was ten times worse when Dave Demento came through that door, having spent most of the evening receiving medical attention. It would have been a good opportunity to gloat, make some snide remark about my victory or the row of stitches in his head, but I clearly wasn't in the mood. And sadly, that meant Demento knew that despite his failure, I had not won.
We shared a frosty stare as he went over and picked up his kit bag, usually such an interaction would have led to one of us beating the snot out of the other, it's what we'd been doing for two months, but neither of us had the energy for anything more than a brief staredown that said 'It's not over'.
Demento opened the door ready to leave, but turned back and glanced at my International Championship. He looked at it entranced for a few seconds, before I placed my hand on the plate, never breaking eye contact with my enemy.
Dave Demento: “I'm taking it back.”
And with that the former champion left. I can't say I was looking forward to a third encounter with Dave Demento after the brutal nature of the last two, but with Lila Sleater in charge of this company I knew it was coming. I knew that to prove myself a worthy International Champion I would have to best him again. And I was prepared for that.
But at that moment in time I had much bigger problems. Namely, holding the Revolution together, keeping it alive, because it's clear that it's dying in front of my eyes.
I sat there, my face buried in my hands, completely despondent. Empty, for another few minutes. Until the next man turned up, why he was still here I could not say, and in some respects he was less welcome than Dave Demento right now. I needed to get everything out of my system before I had to confront the events of The Clash, but clearly that wasn't going to be an option.
Jason Anders: “We need to talk.”
Joe Bishop: “No, we really don't. Not tonight.”
The words struggled out as I picked up my stuff, and headed for the door. The miserable International Champion. The miserable revolutionary.
But unfortunately I wasn't getting away that easy.
Jason Anders: “It can't wait until tomorrow. If you want this Revolution to succeed you need to help me come up with a way to get that belt on Trace Demon pronto, because without it, we're done.”
My decision not to walk straight out of that door probably told Anders that I was happy to concede that point. But how on earth we were going to get the belt off Drakz and into the hands of The Final Revolution I had no idea. The Clash was the night it was supposed to happen, and it didn't. We had our best chance and we failed, all of us did, and now we're f***ed.
Jason Anders: “Sit down.”
I did as he said, looking I imagine, as desperate as I felt.
Joe Bishop: “Why didn't he let us help him? We could have won him that match, we could be on top of the world right now, he should have let us help.”
Jason Anders: “Hindsight's a wonderful thing, we all thought he had enough to beat Drakz, if he had then doing it without our help would have sent a huge message.”
Joe Bishop: “But he didn't. Surely we should have been more concerned with the belt than the message?”
I realised my mistake as soon as the words left my mouth, but trying to reel them back in now wouldn't have got me anywhere.
Jason Anders: “You haven't shut up about the 'message' since you joined us. You're obsessed with getting the fans onside, well the way to do that was for Trace to beat Drakz clean. I quite agree, we should have focused on the title first and foremost, not taken any risks, but you certainly weren't saying that this morning.”
Which is fair enough, I wasn't. I had gotten so bogged down by the fact that people weren't listening to us, that I made simple mistakes. The right thing to do, would have been to make sure Trace got the belt regardless of what he'd said. But I'm a romantic, I saw Trace standing tall alone, a symbol of hope, a beacon, and I let it cloud my judgement.
Joe Bishop: “I just... I don't understand what happened out there.”
Jason Anders: “He lost.”
Joe Bishop: “Thanks. That's really cleared things up.”
Jason Anders: “Well what do you want me to say? That's the reality, he lost, we have to accept it and find a way to make sure it doesn't happen again.”
I wish I could tell you I sprung into life at that point. My optimism, my faith in the Revolution and Trace Demon restored, but this wasn't the night for optimism.
Joe Bishop: “Can we? He's had two chances, and twice, he's failed. I don't see what we can do.”
Jason Anders: “He didn't fail at Battle At The Garden, he got exactly what he wanted.”
I wish I could believe that. Prior to that night I did, but he failed to beat Drakz, and everything was pointing towards his defeat at Battle At The Garden being a failure as well.
Joe Bishop: “Right, I'd forgotten, he wanted Drakz because he wanted to make the biggest possible impact. He wanted The Final Revolution to win it in the most impressive possible fashion. He could have beaten Garrett or Dex with an arm tied behind his back, you can't honestly tell me that Trace would have turned down such an easy chance to get that belt back.”
Jason Anders: “I'm not saying that, I'm saying he wanted Drakz because he's an egotist. It wasn't about what was best for The Final Revolution, it was about what was best for Trace Demon. It was about proving how big he is. That's all it'll ever be about.”
That I was not willing to accept. Trace may have lost, but he has done so much for me over these last few months, for Kyle too. He clearly isn't the self obsessed narcissistic that Jason Anders and the rest of the world believes him to be.
Joe Bishop: “You're wrong.”
Jason Anders: “If it makes you feel better, you believe that. Right now, that's not important, what is important is getting the belt on Trace, that's the only way we're going to have the power we need, to take down Lila.”
Joe Bishop: “Well I don't have a f***ing clue how we do that.”
Jason Anders: “This emo act is getting really tiresome Joe, you need to get your act together, pick yourself up, and do something about what happened tonight. Because if you do nothing, then Jason Anders, Joe Bishop, Trace Demon and Kyle Matthews are screwed.”
I picked up the belt, my bag, and I walked out the door, the faint sounds of Jason Anders in the background.
Jason Anders: “I'm right and you know it.”
He was.
Something does have to be done, and as the only member of The Final Revolution to come out of The Clash with any kind of momentum, the only one who can say they succeeded, it falls to me to do it.
I have to pick it up, and rebuild it. I have to make sure that the next time Drakz and The Final Revolution go head to head, The Final Revolution win. And I have to make sure that when we get that victory, when we get that belt, we don't let up. We use it to crush Lila Sleater's corrupt empire.
I have to do everything in my power to make sure we bounce back from this failure.
---
Dave, I had hoped the Clash, would be our final Clash. That you would accept that I am the better man, and let that be an end to it. That you would see the light and stop doing everything you can to stop the Revolution succeeding.
You've made it fairly clear, that that isn't the case.
Trace is right about one thing certainly, if the Final Revolution are to succeed, the Savior of Salvation must perish. Lila Sleater's army must be destroyed. And if your not wise enough to work out that you can't cut it, you're not strong enough to fight this ware, then it'll fall to us to finish you off.
I don't intend to face you again. But I'm in a difficult position, because we both know, that Lila could decide we have to go at it again just like that.
So what I will say is this, for the good of the Revolution, if you decide to step into the ring with me again. If you stake a claim for my title, if you stand in our way again.
Then it will not end with pipe or a spike to the head. It will end with you unwilling to come back for more. You have proven you're willing to take an awful lot of punishment, and you keep coming back.
If I have to deal with you again, if you stand in the way of the revolution, then I promise you.
You will not come back. You will not live to tell the tale.
I will not let it happen again.
I proved, as far as I'm concerned conclusively, that I am the better man when we went head to head at The Clash.
Right now, I'm not very happy. Everything I care about is teetering on the edge, and if you come after me, if you come after this belt, I will take it all out on you. I will f*** you up.
I just thought you deserved some warning, picking a third fight with me, right now, after I've proved I'm better than you, would be a very, very, silly move. Balls in your court.
---
Trace Demon: “Right, I'm not going to stand here and apologise, that's not really my game and you know it. We don't have time to fixate on what happened at The Clash, it's over, it's done. The only way we're gonna move forward is by focusing on what comes next. This is what I need you to do..."
I'd had time to digest Jason Anders' 'you need to do something' speech. Now I had to sit through one I was dreading even more. Trace Demon telling us how we put it right.
He talked and he talked, Anders talked, Matthews talked, and I sat there, saying nothing. Hearing nothing. Just letting Jason Anders words hit me again and again, “get your act together, pick yourself up, and do something about what happened tonight”. I should have been more tuned in to what was happening, this crisis talk was perhaps the most important meeting the four of us had ever had. But I barely registered a thing.
I still hadn't got over The Clash. I was so unsure about my own match with Dave Demento, so worried that I was going to mess it up. When I got that pinfall, won back my belt, I could finally relax, knowing we had succeeded. Completely confident, that Trace Demon would finish the job, do whatever he had to do, to best Drakz, and ensure the Revolution would succeed. I was certain that at The Clash we would have our red flag over the Reichstag moment, and here we were, Kyle Matthews, Jason Anders, Joe Bishop and Trace Demon, dissecting what could only be called a failure. I just couldn't accept that.
Jason Anders: “Joe?”
Joe Bishop: “Sorry, what?”
As I say, I wasn't exactly switched on.
Trace Demon: “Pay attention kid, I need you focusing on the Saviors of Salvation. You got the belt back, good job, but you didn't take Demento out for good and that's a problem. Lila's still got her army, Demento's still after the belt, we can't let them get in the way of what comes next."
Joe Bishop: “Even if we can get rid of them, we've got no leverage. We've got nothing we can use to force Lila's hand, we've got no way of bringing her down. I mean that's why the World Championship was top of the agenda isn't it? Without that, we've got nothing.”
I don't know if I'd ever really questioned Trace Demon before that moment, I didn't really know what to expect to be honest. The reaction involved less bloodshed than I had expected.
Trace Demon: “You don't need to worry about leverage, and you don't need to worry about that title. I know exactly what I'm doing. All I need, right now, is for you take care of what's left of these so called Saviours. Once that's done, we can make our move.
I wanted to believe it. I really did. And prior to The Clash I would have believed it without needing a second to process it. But right now, off the back of our defeat, I was just confused. When I made my return to the WFWF, Trace was part way through what would become one of the most impressive undefeated streaks in wrestling history, twice I stepped into the ring with him trying to put an end to it, and twice I had come away with nothing. Trace to me, seemed unbeatable, now Drakz had done it twice, and a dying man had bested him. And I'm ashamed to say, that I couldn't help but question whether I had once again got it wrong. Whether I had made a mistake when I took up arms with Trace Demon. I certainly wasn't so sure, that if I did the leg work, destroyed Lila's army, he would be able to finish the job.
I was going to need some convincing, for my faith to be restored.
Joe Bishop: “But how? How are you going to topple Lila Sleater?”
There was a tense pause as myself, Kyle and Anders waited to hear Trace's master plan, to find out how we were going to push the Revolution over the line.
Trace Demon: "We don't have the belt, sure, but neither does Lila, if it was up to her Dex would still be champion and I made damn sure that didn't happen. Once the three of you take care of her protection, I'll take care of the rest. The belt would've given us a nice little way in sure, but we don't have that just yet, so we're going to have to smash the door down. It's not ideal, but it's not a problem. Trust me."
Trust, doesn't exactly come naturally to me. I'm not a particularly trusting person, I have a habit of thinking the worst of people. So when I let my guard down, like I did with Crow last year, like I have with Trace, and I'm let down. I don't find it easy to do it all again.
I trusted that Trace Demon would walk out of The Clash, with the World Championship. I trusted him to do whatever it took make sure we would stand tall. And he didn't.
Joe Bishop: “Okay.”
I responded unconvincingly, before phasing out again. Trying to make sense of the last few months. Trying to make sense of what happened at Wembley Stadium. Trying to get my head together. As Trace Demon barked out his orders to Kyle Matthews and Jason Anders.
I'm afraid, that we all might be burying our heads in the sand. I'm afraid this revolution might be about to fail.
Anders is right, I need to do something.
I just don't know what I can do. I don't know how I can save the WFWF, how I can save the revolution, I don't know if I still can, I don't know if anyone can and that's killing me.
---
It was nice to get some time alone to process everything that had taken place during my return to England. I usually don't enjoy travelling alone, but I certainly needed it this time. I had to have some time to think about all that had happened, my victory over Demento, Demon's defeat at the hands of Drakz, the situation we as a group of people faced.
It's fair to say that from the moment The Clash came to a close I had been a bit all over the place. I hadn't really been able to take in the enormity of what had gone before and hadn't been able to work out what had to happen in the future, in order for our revolution to succeed.
This flight provided that, a chance to think things over without Trace Demon, Jason Anders, Dave Demento, or anyone else interfering with my thought process. It was nice to be in a situation where I could really address the situation. Find out where I am and what I'm doing.
And the conclusion I've come to, is this...
I'm scared.
I'm terrified.
The WFWF is collapsing around me, the revolution is collapsing, and whilst I know I have to change it, I have to improve it, I just don't know how.
Right now, short term survival looks like a daunting task, keeping it alive for another two weeks looks almost impossible, so working out a way to turn the tide again, and win the war, just seems impossible.
We don't have the people, we don't have power, we don't have leverage, we don't have the belt that matters, we don't have momentum, all we have is hope, and that's rapidly fading.
All we can do, is step into that ring and try to survive, and one loss, one defeat, to anyone, that could end us. That is the situation we find ourselves in. We cannot afford to slip up once more, while we're in this state, or we could fall apart and so too would professional wrestling.
Fan: “Hey are you Joe Bishop?”
A small boy leaned across the aisle.
Joe Bishop: “Yeah.”
Fan: “You're gonna get your ass kicked at Homecoming.”
The boy thrust his IPad in front of me, showing the WFWF.COM Homecoming preview, Joe Bishop vs. Tugarin Zmey vs. Daniel Kirkbride in a match that was apparently to determine who would be the future of the WFWF.
Gee thanks Lila, that's just what I need. Thanks a bunch.
---
The Golden Opportunity Match, Axel Thornstowe vs. Daniel Kirkbride vs. Diamond Jack Sabbath.
It's fair to say, that I fully expected to be preparing for a match with one of those three men. All three are men who prior to The Clash, had suffered their last WFWF defeat, against me. So it was only natural to expect that I, off the back of victory over Dave Demento, would find myself taking on the winner of that match. Certainly if I were to win such a match I'd be going for the last person to best me and I'd be putting it right. Based on my three encounters with them, I had my money on Daniel Kirkbride.
What I wasn't expecting, and probably should have expected, was that Kirkbride wouldn't have to use his Golden Opportunity to take me on, and I wasn't expecting us to be sharing the ring with a 7'1”, masked monster who would be quite willing to ruthlessly tear us limb from limb.
In retrospect, I probably should have seen it coming. Off the back of one of the biggest victories of my career, perhaps the victory that has held The Final Revolution together, a match that took so much out of me, it shouldn't be a surprise to see Lila Sleater looking to finish me off.
It makes perfect sense. Right now I am keeping this army alive, and if she throws a man no doubt desperate to avenge his only defeat, and the most dangerous competitor in the WFWF, into the ring with me. Then, on the back of the brutal Falls Count Anywhere match I had with Dave Demento, there's a good chance I won't come out of it in one piece.
And the truth is, this is not the match I need right now.
It's being billed as the match that will make the next mega-star. And it's clear, that as far as Lila Sleater is concerned, that's not Joe Bishop. Whether it's Zmey or Kirkbride, or Demento or Dex or some other ace up Lila's sleeve, I don't know. But it's not the scrawny British kid with the bad hair cut. The kid who's willing to speak out when the wrestling isn't being run right. I am not the face of this company, and unless the Revolution succeeds, I won't be, because nobody pays for wrestling. They pay to see one of my opponents, a wholesome American kid or a carnival freak. They pay to see a pretty face, a larger than life character, an explosive personality. They don't pay to see talent. I'm not saying my two opponents aren't talented in their own way, but they certainly have the look or the voice and I clearly don't have either.
That's where we are.
If I win this match, it gets swept under the carpet. If I lose it, even though the odds are quite clearly and deliberately stacked against me, then I remain the deluded follower of Trace Demon, who can never quite take that next step. Who's stuck just an inch away from glory, and can never quite get there.
For Daniel Kirkbride and Tugarin Zmey, this match may well be about who is the future of this company.
For me, it's most certainly not. That, is partially, what The Final Revolution is about. What the war is about. It's about whether we can take the WFWF away from this dangerous path, the focus on short term financial gain that's going to cripple the sport. And allow the best to rise to the top.
But this match? I can gain nothing but pride from this match.
Lila won't let me gain anything tangible from it, you're not going to see me get a shot at Drakz's belt if I win. You're not going to see this face on the poster of our next PPV. You're not going to see me get a contract like Dave Demento's just because I'm better than him. Because I don't have the muscle, the smile, the voice.
All I can gain from this match, is pride. Some more blatant evidence for the WFWF fans to ignore. That's what I have to fight for. That's what I'll get if I throw myself into the ring with a man who will be itching to avenge his defeat, and the Crack Crackpots' muscle, and somehow manage to walk away victorious.
I'm not a threat, because of what I can gain. Because while the pride would be nice, it won't mean anything. I'm not motivated, going into this match, by any sort of belief that I can become a big name in the WFWF, because unless the Revolution succeeds, I can't. And I never will.
But I am a threat.
Because, I stand to lose so much more than Daniel Kirkbride or Tugarin Zmey, or DMK or Samael Ahriman, if I lose this match. On the back of Trace's defeat at The Clash, The Final Revolution is hanging by a thread. Dangling over the abyss, and the slightest nudge, could destroy us. It could destroy everything we care about. And that, that would destroy me.
I cannot afford to lose this match.
If Daniel Kirkbride loses it, then he can recover from that. He's made a superb start, he's got the fans onside, he's grabbing win after win, and yes, he faltered the first time we went head to head. And losing again, would hurt. I know because I've experienced it myself, after my first defeat to Trace Demon I swore that if I got another chance I wouldn't mess it up again. I fought and I battled, I proved myself worthy of a second chance, and I lost again. And it ate away at me for months. But Kirkbride, let's face it, he's going places anyway. He's made an incredibly impressive start, to get as far into his career with just one defeat is a great achievement, and he pushed me all the way. I'm sure he will again, and whether he wins or loses, having stepped into that ring with him, I can tell you that as long as there's a WFWF to wrestle in, he'll be up there with the best of them.
If Tugarin loses, then, that'll be a shock. But again, it's not the end of the world. At least it's not for him, it certainly is for whoever gets the backlash, but it's not for him. A loss for Zmey doesn't damage him in any way shape or form, because DMK points him at someone, he tears them to shreds, and wins his reputation back like that. Stepping into the ring with a man like him, is intimidating, of course it is, because he is quite clearly dangerous. Like Daniel, his start to life in the WFWF has been impressive, and whether this match ends in defeat or victory for him, he is going to rip through the majority of the WFWF locker room, because Lila Sleater's leadership hasn't exactly created too many men who can stand up to a monster.
Me? If I lose?
Then that could be it for the Final Revolution. I'm not just being melodramatic, that's where we're at right now, and if that happens then the WFWF's downward spiral never stops.
I can't say that I'm in the best place right now. That I'm going into this match feeling on top of the world, and that I'll use that energy to topple the giant. You'll get no dull 'David/Goliath, bigger they are, harder they fall' rhetoric from me. I can't say that on the back of one of the most gruelling matches of my career, I'm confident of besting Daniel Kirkbride and Tugarin Zmey at the same time. I'm not confident.
The Revolution is falling apart, and I have bigger problems than Daniel Kirkbride, believe it or not I have bigger problems than Tugarin Zmey. But when that bell rings, I have to be focused on survival. I have to be focused on coming out victorious to keep everything I'm fighting for alive. I know that this match won't necessarily end well, I'm not convinced I can beat two of the fastest rising stars in the WFWF at the same time, I'm just not, but I know what's at stake here. I know that right now it's do or die, find a way to win or there's every chance that's it.
You're not getting a confident man. I could lose, and yes I'm
ing afraid of what might happen, if I do. I could lose and everything could fall apart because of it, and that frightens me so much more than the masked monster or the God botherer. I'm going into this match a nervous, anxious wreck.
But a nervous, anxious wreck, fighting for his life, can be pretty damn dangerous. And for my sake, for your sake Daniel, for your sake Zmey, for Trace Demon's sake, for Jason Anders' sake, for Kyle Matthews' sake, for Dave Demento's sake, for the sake of every single member of that locker room who loves doing this, I bloody hope this nervous wreck has what it takes to sneak a victory from somewhere.
This match isn't about who is the future of the WFWF, it's about whether the WFWF has a future.
OOC: Big thanks to Trace for tweaking some of his lines, and Trace/Progs for letting me use their characters.
